The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 337 Risking one's life for a reward

Once the terms are agreed, everything is fine!
Ivan put his arm around Qian Jin and stuffed the last old Mozart cigar from his pocket into his hand.

This cigarette isn't a proper cigar; it wasn't worth much in Soviet Russia. It's just that it's not available for purchase in China right now.

He was exceptionally polite to Qian Jin, finally showing the respect he would show when facing a superior.

"Don't worry, leader, we will definitely do a good job. We'll get right to it."

Qian Jin nodded with a smile.

Looking at him now, Ivan's icy blue eyes burned with passion, and the perfunctory, lazy expression on his face vanished, replaced by a fervent drive.

Paul Korchagin's work ethic is on full display.

Apart from the Soviet technician who was making the phone call, he summoned four other technicians to his side.

He gave the command to make the four men stand at attention, and shouted excitedly, "Comrades, now that we've eaten our fill, it's time to get to work! Everyone, work hard!"

"For—for the vodka! For the watch! For the sausage! Full steam ahead! Get the water out as quickly as possible!"

The other four nodded with beaming smiles.

Ivan waved his hands excitedly and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Comrade, hurry up, get to your workstation and pressurize the machine! Push it to maximum pressure! Increase the speed! Quickly!"

Qian Jin stopped him and said, "There's one more condition I haven't mentioned: you have to take good care of our machines..."

“Of course we cherish it; we didn’t kick it,” Ivan said to Yao Shoucheng.

Yao Shoucheng continued translating: "And you don't need to worry so much about this machine. It's very durable, just like the AK-47 and T-34, sturdy and durable, extremely sturdy and durable..."

Qian Jin added, "Also, make sure they properly train our workers, not only how to use the drilling machine, but also how to repair it!"

Ivan was somewhat dissatisfied with the additional conditions he had repeatedly proposed and began to grumble again.

Qian Jin sneered and dropped a bombshell: "Tell them that when these comrades complete their local mission and return home in glory..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, looking the other person in the eye and pointing to the red sausage on the hood of the car:
"I will use our supply and marketing cooperative's connections to ensure that each person gets 100 jin of this high-quality red sausage to take home!"

"One hundred pounds of red sausage?!" A technician couldn't help but exclaim in surprise after hearing the translator's words.

Vodka, watches, and sunglasses are already incredibly tempting.

Add another 100 pounds of red sausage?

In the 1980s, when light industrial products were scarce and food supplies were already frequently strained, this was definitely a great gift for Soviet Russia.

These kinds of gifts are only given to leaders.

Qian Jin said, "But you must train your apprentices well. This is a reward, not a reward you are entitled to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan and the others had already gone to choose their own people.

My work attitude this time is completely different from before.

Ivan rushed to the control panel, his thick fingers no longer casual, but precisely and carefully turning the knobs and pushing the joysticks.

The technicians below seemed to have been injected with adrenaline; their previous sluggishness vanished, and their movements became swift and efficient.

The technician who was tapping the machine with a wrench wiped the mud off the machine, stood next to the mud pump, and deftly checked the valves while explaining his technical tips to the young worker next to him.

The young worker listened to the translator while scribbling and drawing in his notebook.

Now the technician not only stopped hiding it, but also started peeking into the notebook from time to time. He couldn't understand the Chinese characters, but he could understand the pictures. He would point out any mistakes and sometimes even draw them himself.

The technicians in charge of drilling the pipes were even more diligent.

He stared intently at the verticality of the drill pipe and the pressure gauge, rapidly reciting the data in Russian.

"Whoosh—Buzz!!!"

The roar of the drilling rig quickly rose an octave.

The flywheel spun wildly, emitting a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air.

Now, the thick drill rod no longer turned slowly and laboriously, but instead spun rapidly with violent force, like a giant steel python awakening.

The hydraulic system emitted a dull but powerful "puff-puff" sound, transmitting the enormous axial pressure without reservation.

The screeching sound of the drill bit tearing into the ground became more intense and high-pitched.

The mud pump was running at full speed, and thick mud was pumped into the borehole under high pressure, then gushed out from the borehole opening, forming a turbid mud flow...

The entire steel structure seemed to be instantly infused with a violent soul.

A deafening roar, a rapidly spinning drill rod, gushing mud, and the figures of several technicians frantically working beside the machine like wound-up springs...

All of this creates a shocking picture that is completely different from what came before, full of primitive industrial power and naked desire!
As Qian Jin stood amidst the deafening roar of the machines and the flying mud, the sincere smile on his face slowly faded.

He looked at the Soviet technicians who seemed like completely different people under the influence of material incentives, and a complex emotion flashed through his eyes.

Ma Congli and his group were unaware of what was going on, and they still had a good impression of these "big brothers": "So it was because they weren't full. Big brothers are big brothers. If you give them enough to eat, they'll work their butts off."

Qian Jin chuckled to himself.

Others work so hard because they earn their rewards by working hard to get the best things!
The drilling rig is fierce.

A powerful hydraulic motor drives the diamond drill bit to rotate at high speed, cutting and crushing hard rocks layer by layer as easily as cutting tofu.

Core samples from different depths are continuously extracted from the core tube.

One of the technicians, looking at the specimen rock, suddenly frowned and quickly shouted something to Ivan.

Ivan spoke urgently to Yao Shoucheng.

Qian Jin knew something was wrong, so he rushed upstairs to ask what had happened.

Yao Shoucheng shouted to the surroundings:
"Step back, comrades, don't stand so close! Everyone step back! Retreat to a safe distance!"

He yelled and waved his hands forcefully to drive them away.

The crowd surged backward like a tide, craning their necks in curiosity.

Qian Jin, who was moving forward, was swept back several steps by the crowd.

He pushed through the crowd and walked forward, asking, "Xiao Yao, what's wrong?"

Yao Shoucheng said, "I didn't understand the specific technical issues, but it seems there's a problem with the underlying rock strata, which could be dangerous for production..."

Just as they were talking, the sound of the drilling rig changed:

Buzz—rumble!

The large flywheel inside the device swayed and accelerated, instantly transforming from a slow and heavy motion into a high-speed rotation with overwhelming force.

The robust drive shaft and massive gear set roared as well.

The square drill pipe platform, which connects to the drill pipe, emits a dull, powerful sound under hydraulic pressure.

Ivan poked half his body out, still operating the machine with his hands, while shouting orders to the other technicians.

Yao Shoucheng continuously translated for the young workers who were studying:

"Press it, keep pressing it... Slow down—Hey, what is all this?!"

"Activate the hydraulic control valve lever—yes, control it well..."

Chi!
The silver high-pressure oil pipe connecting the top of the drill pipe to the hydraulic cylinder suddenly trembled.

Clearly, the oil pressure inside surged instantly.

The thick drill rod suddenly sank, making a teeth-grinding "creak" sound.

Even Qian Jin, a layman, realized there was a problem.

He sent Yao Shoucheng to find out what happened.

Yao Shoucheng asked urgently.

Ivan ignored him and instead pulled out the drill pipe, replacing the head with a shiny, thick carbide drill bit.

This is the most precious bit in the whole set, inlaid with gleaming diamond particles.

While Yao Shoucheng was still asking questions, Ivan climbed up and waved his hand. Several technicians operated the drilling arm, pushing the carbide drill bit into the wellbore.

Instantly, sand and dust flew everywhere.

At this point, the well was at least ten meters deep, yet sand and soil were still splashed out of the wellhead, which shows just how terrifying the drilling pressure was.

The hard drill bit rotated, gnawing at the dry soil, producing a dull, harsh grinding sound, like a millstone crushing grain.

The drill rod began to slowly sink again, and gravel with a strong earthy smell was constantly squeezed out from the gap between the drill rod and the borehole wall, mixing with mud to form a turbid mud flow that flowed away along the pre-laid grass mat mud ditch.

Qian Jin couldn't help but go up and ask, "What's going on? Comrade Ivan? Don't do anything rash..."

Ivan, who had ignored the translator, gave him face and said, "Don't worry, Comrade, he won't do anything reckless!"

One of the technicians shouted something.

Yao Shoucheng stepped forward to translate: "He said the drill bit is going down unusually slowly. Is it because the rock is too hard? Or is the pressure not enough?"

"Put more pressure on!" Ivan shouted from inside the driver's cab, gesturing downwards forcefully.

Qian Jin was speechless.

This is definitely going to be a hard-line approach.

Ivan stepped off the control panel, and the new technician abruptly pushed the hydraulic valve stem down half a notch.

The drill pipe emitted another violent shudder and a tooth-grinding groan.

The drilling speed visibly increased slightly.

What was spraying out of the orifice was no longer mud powder, but an increasing amount of turbid mud and rock mixture.

Ivan, unafraid of danger, stood at the wellhead and turned on his powerful flashlight to look down.

Mud and rocks pelted his face and body, but he showed no fear.

The Russians may be rough around the edges, but they are truly brave.

Qian Jin was afraid that if he lost his footing and fell, Haibin City would have to pay a lot of foreign exchange and it would also cause a diplomatic dispute between the two countries.

The increased pressure had an effect; as the depth increased, the sound of the drilling rig became increasingly muffled and oppressive.

The drill rod sank meter by meter, struggling but tenacious, into the deeper strata.

The color of the muddy water in the mud ditch also gradually changed, from light yellow to earthy yellow, and then to dark brown, with a significant increase in viscosity.

Ivan, who was standing by the well and responsible for observing the mud samples, grew increasingly serious.

Qian Jin's mood became increasingly tense.

suddenly!

The thick drill rod, which had been powerfully pushed into the ground by hydraulic pressure, suddenly jolted, and the entire machine shook violently.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" the newly transferred technician shouted in terror, his voice trembling.

He frantically tried to operate the control valve lever.

The machine emitted a sobbing hiss as its high-speed rotating parts were forcibly slowed down and brought to a stop under the enormous load.

Inertia caused it to emit a painful, grinding noise.

The air solidified instantly.

"The diamond is stuck?!" Qian Jin's face turned ashen.

He was a novice when it came to drilling rigs, but he did have some experience with mechanical well drilling.

The machine's posture just now indicated that it was stuck in the drill bit, which is almost the most serious problem in the drilling process.

A stuck drill bit means that the drill bit or drill rod is stuck in the formation. At best, it results in a dead hole and the scrapping of expensive drilling tools; at worst, it can cause an accident.

The common people also sensed something was wrong and started making unfounded commotion out of fear.

Some of the older farmers were uneasy, and superstitious thoughts crept onto their wrinkled faces.

They secretly rubbed their fingers together under their clothes and muttered something under their breath, probably using some local superstitious methods to help with the drilling work.

Ivan signaled to stop drilling.

When the roar subsided, he gestured for the machine to slowly rise, then raised a large hand covered by a canvas glove, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Qian Jin told the commune members to continue retreating.

Ivan listened intently to the subtle sounds coming from deep within the drill pipe.

Ivan listened expressionlessly for a few seconds, then bent down, pinched the mixture of mud and rocks that had seeped out on the ground with his large fingers, took it out to look at it, and then reached back to stir it again.

His finger cots were stained with dark brown, sticky mud.

He thought for a moment and said to Qian Jin:
"The problem is with the mud!"

Qian Jin: "Huh?"

Ivan further explained, "The problem is with the drilling mud. I've found it. The mud needs to be thickened; it's not viscous enough right now, which is causing insufficient pressure to balance the borehole walls—don't worry, there's no drill bit stuck..."

He continued to explain, but by this time it was no longer clear enough to explain in Chinese, so he switched to speaking in Russian.

When it came to technical terms, Yao Shoucheng was completely confused.

Qian Jin went up to talk to them, and they finally figured out what had happened:
"The mud was not thick enough, so the mud did not form a wall-protecting effect, which led to the entry of debris from the collapsed borehole."

"The solution is to add bentonite into the slurry along with the water flow to increase the slurry concentration!"

Ivan nodded: "Yes, that's it. But we didn't bring enough bentonite. I didn't expect to drill into the rock layer so quickly."

Qian Jin said, "It's alright, we have this in our command post. I'll arrange for someone to go back and get the bentonite right away."

"Bentonite? Commander Qian, we have it here, we have it!" a voice shouted from the crowd.

Ma Congfeng squeezed out and raised his hand to report: "Is it a kind of grayish-white fine powder? We have some in our brigade warehouse. It was left over from the county's reinforcement of the reservoir the winter before last. I thought this stuff would definitely be useful for repairing houses in the future, so I brought it back."

Qian Jin was overjoyed upon hearing this: "How much?"

Ma Congfeng said, "Ten or eight bags are definitely no problem."

Qian Jin waved his hand, and Ma Congfeng was carried back in his SUV.

Ivan stepped forward, opened the bag, and grabbed a handful of the fine-textured white clay.

He rubbed it between his fingertips, then grabbed a small handful and added some water.

Feeling its strong absorbency and stickiness, he nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, this is fine. Hurry up, take two bags and pour them into the mixing tank."

The so-called mixing tank is just a simple mud circulation mixing pit next to the well.

Several hydrological workers hurriedly carried over a few thick bamboo tubes used as siphon pipes and inserted them into a gasoline drum filled with clean water.

Ma Congli, along with four or five strong laborers, spontaneously rushed up, wielding shovels and vigorously shoveling the white bentonite into the mixing pit.

Ivan looked at it, then poured diesel fuel from the spare fuel tank of the tractor next to him into the pit.

Ma Congli said with concern, "What are you doing? Do we have to light it?"

A young worker explained, "No, it should be diesel fuel to increase lubrication." Ma Congli felt even more distressed upon hearing this.

But even if you ask them to bring something that could increase lubrication, they can't.

The group chanted slogans and frantically stirred the pit with thick wooden sticks.

Soon, a thick, grayish-white slurry, resembling rice porridge, was scooped out of the mud pit by a large iron bucket and rushed through a makeshift pipe toward the injection port next to the drill pipe head platform.

"Start the pump, inject grout and pressurize! Slow jacking!" Ivan waved his hand and gave the order.

At this point, the machine's hydraulic drive unit roared again.

Thick, grayish-white mud was injected under high pressure into the annular gap between the drill pipe and the borehole wall.

The dashboard needles are trembling.

Ivan pricked up his ears, hovering his hand a few inches above the scorching drill rod, feeling the subtle vibrations transmitted through it.

A dozen seconds later, the tense lines of his face relaxed a little.

"Turn slowly!"

With a wave of his hand, he issued a new instruction.

The operator carefully pushed the hydraulic control valve stem.

The square drill pipe on the drill pipe platform began to rotate extremely slowly, emitting a series of harsh, creaking sounds.

Time passed slowly, like sticky mud.

Everyone held their breath, the only sounds being the slow rotation of the drill pipe and the low rumble of the hydraulic system operating.

The mud flowing from the orifice gradually changed from a turbid dark brown to a more stable earthy yellow, and its viscosity seemed to be increasing.

Seeing this, Ivan suddenly raised his thick arm: "Normal speed! Apply pressure, apply three-quarters of the pressure again!"

Rumble!
The power of the drilling rig was once again unleashed without reservation.

The thick drill rod roared, causing the drill bit below to spin wildly at high speed.

The harsh, terrifying friction sound that had been there before had disappeared.

The drill pipe sank smoothly!
The speed has obviously increased!

Qian Jin felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

Thankfully, it was a close call, at least the drill bit didn't get stuck. Otherwise, we wouldn't have had a good start. We'd have to figure out how to learn from this painful experience.

The steady, powerful roar of the machine echoed through the sky.

The steel behemoth bowed its head once more and began digging deeper.

Time passed hour by hour, and the drill rod penetrated deeper and deeper into the earth, meter by meter.

The operator's voice grew louder and louder as he called out the numbers: "Sixty meters... seventy meters..."

It was past noon, time for lunch.

Qian Jin invited Ivan and the others to dinner several times, but the incentive of material rewards made them work themselves to the bone. They all waved their hands, indicating that they would not go to dinner, and at most they would ask for vodka to drink a couple of mouthfuls.

Each person finished a 700ml bottle of vodka!

Qian Jin was worried that they might get into trouble from drinking alcohol, so he changed it to giving them juice instead.

This is another good thing for the Russians; they drink it happily and work happily too.

Time continued to pass, and with their efforts, the translator finally shouted out "one hundred meters".

The villagers exclaimed in surprise when they heard that the drilling had reached a depth of 100 meters.

This guy is really good at drilling.

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin became agitated.

Still no water after reaching 100 meters?
There must be water underground in this place, but how can it be so deep?
One hundred and one hundred!

After a while, the translator called out again.

The rotation of the drill pipe generated tremendous noise and vibration, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning diesel fuel.

Qian Jin felt the soil beneath his feet trembling slightly and continuously.

The drilling rig is still working.

The crowd of onlookers has shrunk considerably.

too hot.

There was no shade in this place, so Qian Jin and others set up huge parasols, but the commune members had nowhere to cool off and could only go to the distant fields to find shade.

When the drill pipe reading began to indicate a depth of 120 meters, Ivan stood up in the operator's cabin.

He handed the push rod to another technician and listened to the changes in the sound of the machine running, and studied the instrument that had suddenly slowed down the drilling speed.

Finally, he called out to the other technicians.

The translator immediately shouted, "We've hit something hard! The advance has slowed down! The vibration has increased significantly!"

Qian Jin shouted, "Ask what happened!"

Ivan called him over and pointed to the gauges on the dashboard that were starting to vibrate abnormally, saying:
"Based on my experience, it's likely that we've encountered a hard rock slab at the bottom of the bedrock weathering crust, which we call a hard interlayer."

Qian Jin asked, "What do you mean?"

Ivan said, "If we break through it, the water will basically come out!"

Qian Jin asked, "Can it be broken through? Are there any difficulties?"

Ivan shook his head and smiled: "Get your Swiss watch ready, and Ray-Ban sunglasses. We require payment for each successful well drilling."

Qian Jin pointed to the off-road vehicle and said, "No problem, everything is ready, we're just waiting for the well you've dug."

Upon hearing this, Ivan ripped off his helmet, his face contorted with a resolute ferocity: "Fine, just you wait and see."

He shouted to the other technicians.

Yao Shoucheng translated, "Our drill bit is fine! The diamond is definitely hard enough! Apply four-fifths of the pressure! Keep applying pressure! Drill it through!"

The oil pressure spiked again.

The machine's roar rose in pitch!
The extension and retraction force of the hydraulic cylinder gradually increases.

As the high-speed rotating drill rod suddenly emitted a series of teeth-grinding, ear-piercing friction sounds, a slight vibration was then transmitted from underground to the surface over a distance of hundreds of meters.

The deep rumble grew stronger with each passing moment, eventually mixing in a sharp noise similar to an iron rod scraping against dry stone...

Several young workers standing by the mud ditch, preparing to collect samples, turned pale.

Qian Jin had a bad feeling.

Ivan seemed to be getting impatient too, turning on a small, unused speaker-like device and peering into it to listen—

"Crack!"

A dull, short metallic snapping sound came through the small speaker.

Immediately afterwards, the drilling rig deflated like a punctured balloon, suddenly releasing most of its load.

On the machine's dashboard, the tachometer needle plummeted, and the pressure gauge needle quickly went empty.

The young worker who was learning from the operator suddenly turned ashen-faced and cried out in despair, "Director Qian! Oh no! The drill has fallen!"

When he said the last three words, his voice was trembling with tears.

Qian Jin was dumbfounded.

isn't it?
I was worried about the diamond getting stuck, but it didn't. Now the diamond is falling out?

"No!" Ivan suddenly interrupted the young worker sharply, stomping his foot and pointing at him to shut him up.

He, meanwhile, listened intently to the sounds coming from the small loudspeaker.

Qian Jin also leaned in to listen—

Yes, what is that surging, turbulent sound?

A few seconds later, Ivan fastened the small horn tightly, explaining, "The components inside are very susceptible to oxidation, so it must not be opened until the very last moment."

Then he smiled and slapped Qian Jin on the shoulder: "Give me the watch and glasses!"

Qian Jin asked in surprise, "It's done?"

Ivan laughed and said, "Of course, that sound just now was from the rock slab being drilled through, otherwise why would the drill bit suddenly miss?"

"You've chosen a good spot; it's hollow below, and there is definitely a hydrothermal layer."

A young worker suddenly realized and said, "Ah, right, the book says that in deep drilling, when you successfully penetrate a hard aquitard or fault zone to enter a water-bearing structure, it is often accompanied by a significant drop in pressure and a change in drilling speed."

"It's like dropping a diamond, but the two results are worlds apart."

The drilling rig's built-in high-pressure water pump is still operating.

A stream of murky, yellowish-brown muddy water continued to gush out, but it gradually became clear.

Finally, clear, cool groundwater gushed out from the mud diversion ditch at the borehole opening!

Water droplets splashed onto Qian Jin's arm.

Pain.

It wasn't the impact that hurt, it was the cold water that froze my warm skin!
The water has come out!
The water flow is getting stronger!

It quickly washed away the loose soil and stones remaining at the bottom of the diversion ditch, and then surged through the muddy ditch lined with pre-laid grass mats.

The remaining onlookers were initially silent, then erupted into shouts like a powder keg that had been ignited:
"The water's coming out..."

"They really dug a well..."

"Let me see, let me see, this water is so good..."

A huge roar erupted, and the villagers who had been chatting idly under the shade of the trees in the distance rushed over upon hearing it.

Ma Congli pushed aside the person blocking his way, and his big feet, covered in mud and grass, stomped into the drainage ditch with wild joy, splashing up murky water.

He looked around excitedly, clapping his hands high above his head: "Feels good, feels good! This water is so cool..."

An old man was jostled and swayed, so he simply knelt down next to the makeshift irrigation ditch, bent down and took a chipped enamel mug from his waist, and quickly scooped out half a mug of water.

This is the foot bath water of countless people.

But the old man didn't care.

He held up the enamel mug, tilted his wrinkled face upwards, and gulped it down.

As a result, the old man drank the water too quickly and choked, coughing violently. The water dripped down his white beard, covering his neck and front, making him look extremely disheveled.

But he didn't care; he just looked up and around.
"I've tasted it, haha, it's sweet water! It's sweet! Haha, this water is delicious, it's definitely safe for people and livestock to drink!"

Ivan and the others were also very excited.

Qian Jin handed them the watch and the sunglasses he had shown that morning. They put on the sunglasses and the watch, grinning broadly.

It was already evening.

After working for almost the entire day, they finally drilled a deep well.

And this efficiency is already considered very fast.

If it weren't for the material rewards offered by Qian Jin as bait, this well wouldn't have been dry in three days!
The villagers gathered around the drainage ditch, washing their faces and drinking water, their excitement palpable.

The old people kept chanting, "The Dragon King has appeared! The Dragon King has appeared..."

Ma Congli said dismissively, "There is no Dragon King, no savior! There is only the Party and the country, only science and technology and machines!"

Qian Jin laughed and said, "It's not contradictory. Actually, there is a Dragon King, the Iron Dragon King."

He pointed to the tall drilling machine.

Ma Congfeng exclaimed, "Yes, the Dragon King has come here, but he doesn't fly in the sky or burrow underground. He lives in this iron tower and serves the people from here!"

The drilling rig began to be packed away.

Next, a high-powered water pump was lowered into the deep well.

Qian Jin shouted to Ma Congli, "Captain Ma, the command post is about to assign you an important mission."

Ma Congli rushed forward in three strides, stood at attention, saluted, and shouted: "Anguo County Militia Brigade, Xiamapo Squad, we swear to complete our mission to the death!"

Qian Jin said, "Okay, then you have to bring people to guard the wellhead 24 hours a day and not allow anyone to approach the wellhead."

Needless to say, he was worried that someone might fall.

In fact, the opening of such a 100-meter-deep well is very narrow, less than 30 centimeters in diameter, just enough for a thick water pipe to be inserted.

However, it is still dangerous for puppies, kittens, and children.

Anything that falls into a well this deep is guaranteed to die.

Ma Congli excitedly said, "Please rest assured, sir, we will definitely guard the wellhead and not allow anything to fall in!"

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, if there's a problem with the well, you'll be held responsible!"

“I’ll offer my head to you!” Ma Congli said decisively.

Qian Jin instructed him to arrange for strong laborers to help the workers collect the machines and parts.

The Soviet technicians were exhausted and lined up like big fish in a shady spot behind the car.

Qian Jin handed them juice and canned meat: "Darwalishi, get a good rest tonight..."

“No, we need to rest now,” Ivan said.

Qian Jin said, "I understand, what I mean is..."

Ivan interrupted him, saying, "No, comrade, you don't understand. We need to rest now. After you've packed everything up, we'll head to the next drilling site and continue working tonight!"

Qian Jin was stunned.

Are you really going to risk your life like that?

A burly man yelled at him, and Ivan translated for him: "My brother said, don't forget your promise, these watches, glasses, and vodka, oh, and sausages..."

Qian Jin said, "Then don't worry, we'll give you a batch of prizes for every well we provide."

Ivan stood up, supporting himself on the cart, and said firmly, "That's fine then. Let's get ready for the next battlefield."

Qian Jin said with a wry smile, "Don't you guys really need to get some rest?"

He was afraid that these people would be overworked to death or develop some health problems, which would lead to diplomatic disputes.

At that moment, Ivan acted like a soldier in the International Brigades, saying passionately, "Your people are suffering from drought, how can we rest?"

Qian Jin clapped.

These Russians are really willing to risk their lives for a reward!
(End of this chapter)